Post by demonax on Jul 5, 2015 23:13:43 GMT
Demonax
also known as "nax"
Male
Four years
Straight
Dogo Argentino
Canine
The Elite
Appearance
Demonax sports the signature ivory coat of the dogo argentino breed. Nax's eyes are a dark azure, like the depths of the ocean. Overall lean, and toned, he is not without power. A square muzzle and thick, spacious head, Nax was born and bred to take down razorbacks and wild hogs. Despite this, he is without much scarring, and stands at twenty eight inches at the shoulders, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds - the above average height and weight for his breed. The boy has attributes that scream he has been with the humans before. A chain collar wraps semi-loosely about the man's thick neck, falling to the base of it. His ears are also cropped, perfectly carved by an expert veterinarian. His tail is not docked. All other aspects of the male are an ashen black - paw pads, lips, eye lids, ear rims, etcetera. Ultimately, the vagabond is a looker without compromise.
Personality
reserved; in short, nax is a rather reserved male. he only speaks when he must.
loner; though having managed a pack for a short time, this dogo is generally a loner. however, that doesn't mean he can't play well with others.
arrogant; that's right, he's an arrogant sucker. though half the time he won't speak on it, he's not the most humble of men.
proud; prideful in everything he does, he'd rather have his ego stroked than it being hit.
versatile; the canine is more apt to changing in accordance to his surroundings, unwilling to come off as weak or too pampered.
loner; though having managed a pack for a short time, this dogo is generally a loner. however, that doesn't mean he can't play well with others.
arrogant; that's right, he's an arrogant sucker. though half the time he won't speak on it, he's not the most humble of men.
proud; prideful in everything he does, he'd rather have his ego stroked than it being hit.
versatile; the canine is more apt to changing in accordance to his surroundings, unwilling to come off as weak or too pampered.
Background
Demonax comes from a life of luxury concerning the humans. he was born and bred to become a show dog, to rise to the top as his father and mother once did. but he had his own goals in mind that he wanted to achieve. he was never fully aggressive toward his family, but he never involved himself in anything. careful to not create a relationship with them, the dogo soon ran off without a trace. he headed for the woods and just kept running until he could no longer run.
in the short coming years, he found love and a pack to call his own as alpha male. the woman, dezikai, was something out of a fairy tale - gorgeous in every aspect, and demonax fell in love with her on sight. they ran a pack together named mortifera, and soon, the pack fell into hardships when most of the members left. soon, all that remained were demonax and dezikai, ruling the land alone and in unison. one day, demonax left the confines of mortifera to attempt to find a large enough carcass so the two wouldn't have to worry about food for a couple of days. when he returned - empty pawed, no doubt - he found dezikai laying, dying, bleeding upon the mire. he knelt, laid, cooed, sang and attempted to save her life many times over - but all was in vain. soon, the beautiful woman died from her wounds. it looked as though she was attacked by rogues, torn to shreds and outnumbered. since watching the only person he ever loved die, he's been too entirely traumatized and so puts no a mask of indifference for all.
in the short coming years, he found love and a pack to call his own as alpha male. the woman, dezikai, was something out of a fairy tale - gorgeous in every aspect, and demonax fell in love with her on sight. they ran a pack together named mortifera, and soon, the pack fell into hardships when most of the members left. soon, all that remained were demonax and dezikai, ruling the land alone and in unison. one day, demonax left the confines of mortifera to attempt to find a large enough carcass so the two wouldn't have to worry about food for a couple of days. when he returned - empty pawed, no doubt - he found dezikai laying, dying, bleeding upon the mire. he knelt, laid, cooed, sang and attempted to save her life many times over - but all was in vain. soon, the beautiful woman died from her wounds. it looked as though she was attacked by rogues, torn to shreds and outnumbered. since watching the only person he ever loved die, he's been too entirely traumatized and so puts no a mask of indifference for all.
demonax ;; 12 years exp
coded by ulla
